Wikipedia says it best:
“A person (usually a child) who cannot sleep due to worrying can express their worries to a doll and place it under their pillow before going to sleep. Some medical centers use them in conjunction with treatment for disease in children. According to folklore, the doll is thought to worry in the person’s place, thereby permitting the person to sleep peacefully. The person will wake up without their worries, which have been taken away by the dolls during the night.”
The doll is tough as old shoe leather. Literally. Therefore, she’s extremely durable and able to handle extra heavy-duty anxieties She’s suspended by thread.
Here are a few more:
The third panel in The Beauty of Life triptych.
Dr. F was attacked in his kitchen, and this is how he lost his real name. The Rabbit and the Goat burst in took his name from him. His quest to find himself ensued.
This piece is a re-do of one of my early paper cut-out experiments.
Kitty Wampus studied at the magician’s guild. That’s where she met Dr. F. She mastered classic illusions like fire handling, the shell game and the “saw through the head” trick.
All the best magicians have the best assistants, and Dr. F was no exception. And while his whole story is lost in the ether, Kitty Wampus didn’t share his fate. She worked with Dr. F during his years working as an illusionist. It’s assumed she stopped working with him when he turned his attention to conjuring and more traditional forms of Magic. It’s also unclear just how close they were.
This piece is pretty much imposible to photograph well. The container is a plastic specimen jar a friend gave me.
Dr. F was captured by a dead grackle. All birds like shiny things, and dead grackles are no exception (Paper cut-outs in herring tin). More on Dr. F can be found in this previous post.
The early works of Dr. F have faded into history, are obscured by obtuse writings and generally are ignored by the initiates of magical study. His name has been hidden and he is only referred to as Dr. F or just “F.”
In his day, F had dealings with surgeons (and the medical establishment of the time) and various other ghouls. He was an amateur taxidermist, medical transcriptionist and parlor magician – it’s unclear how successful he was in his various pursuits. We can infer that one of F’s experiments went terribly wrong, as he kept detailed notes of his works up to a specific date – December 14th, 190?. He started a journal entry on the following day (12/15/190?) that contains two lines and then abruptly and mysteriously ended (more on that in a future post). NOTE: I’m placing the year somewhere in 190X – his journals do not specify a year but other clues make one think it was sometime around then.
The scene above took place in December a few years earlier – his great ambition was to become a conjurer and nearly all of F’s experiments, including the scene above with the giant tick, focused on that skill.